| Laugh when you say your style’s hardcore
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| Just another dance track record bore
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| Stand back to observe the scratches outrageous
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| Different punctuation is coarse and contagious
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| Auditorium packed release my attack
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| On stage you realise that you’re the wack
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| Cause then it’s kill or be killed, thrill or be thrilled
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| And if we don’t talk blood’s gonna be spilled
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| Don’t bump no junk rock a hardcore sound
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| I play it for my crowd and I say it loud
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| The shunned minority, the ones with no authority
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| Classification of Hijack is a commodity you lack
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| Then look at the top you see our name
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| Three black brothers that feel no shame to say yes
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| We broke up the ice to be precise
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| You better think twice or maybe think thrice
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| Before stepping onto my track you’ll get beat
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| Whipped by the crew that’s the talk of the street
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| So stand in the trance of my tune, it’s like a fantasy
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| Brothers keep searching for a similar melody
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| Powerful words are what stands alone
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| And when you hear my rhymes then you’ll see the soul of Hijack
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| The ace of the pack and much more
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| From here to the States and from shore to shore
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| Rock with Style Wars
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| Hit the wax but you got burned up
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| Undercover waited long while you played your best shot
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| He just grabbed the style of today
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| Supreme switch your track for your scratching phase
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| When I’m rocking the mic I don’t fight but I just write
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| Make you stop and just stare, the style’s there
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| Feeling my friction or force, cause you know it’s boss
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| If you want a battle let’s go, or get lost
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| Track finalised and complete and I feel sweet clauses
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| Designed under link with the def beat
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| Undercover’s rocking on the jam make you say dead
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| Making all the suckers just scram when the jam’s read
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| Blast opposition, attain top grades
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| Slaving away while you hide in the shade
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| Rhymes selling cause the deal is perfection
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| Telling you clearly I’ve copyright protection
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| Perception of QC, Supreme is renowned for production of cuts
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| Universally profound to unload
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| Our rights, surprise, and you despise
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| The rawness of our talents being fully energised
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| Suppressors will fall as a new art given birth
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| Rising like a phoenix to dominate Earth
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| Unleashed to make my vocal cords quiver, glimmer
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| And shimmer to the sounds I deliver
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| Lay down the law as a leader
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| Stampeding through all the suppressors with the force of a steamer
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| Manifest approval to the standards I reach
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| And then you emulate the vocal strategy that I preach
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| You’re the entrepreneur of the Hip Hop dancefloor
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| The one-off score with the wack rhyme bore
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| You know you can’t compete so you just stand and stammer
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| Crushing your ego I’m quite ferocious like a hammerhead shark
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| Closing in for the kill
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| Destructor of counterfeiting adversaries, they’re just ill
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| Time holds back Hijack’s posse
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| To see our name imprinted on the album that is glossy
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| South London shocks! |